A Poem: The Real Beauty of Creation

I want to see what others can’t see,
the real beauty of creation,
the art behind its formation,
the spirit that lies within
which makes my heart sing.
Better than from any voice rocking.

The purpose of every existence,
the life we hold,
and the real thing behind our feelings.
Imagination the mind can conceive,
freely flying in our whims.

The sound of the wind,
whispering notes to my ears
like words that never been heard.
Starting to be made
for the sake of our race.

The nature that dwells with us-
Splendid artwork indeed!
A special gift of love,
from the Creator’s palm.

The eternal music from heaven
which is impossible on earth.
Pure.
Healing.
Everlasting.

God now I plea!
If thy permit.
Let the eyes of my heart see-
the things around me,
that my eyes are blind to see,
that my mind is blank to perceive
and distinguished mirage from real.
The truth from lies,
a soul from spirit,
So I can create the right judgment-
of a real image.